This story contains breast and ass expansion, inanimate car transformation, a man trying his best to drive a lady car while not touching the sensitive areas and failing. (It is in early access on my Patreon/DA subscription and will come to DA on May 15th.)

            She snorted.  “It isn’t that bad?  Do you know what it’s like to feel your body stretch like that?  Do feel your breasts grow and harden into the dashboard of a car.  I have had people. . . pass out on my bosom before.”  She shivered.  “And put junk in my literal trunk.  I found money in my ass once.  How does money end up in my ass?”

            “Umm. . .”

            “I just wish I could control this.  That is all I am asking for.”  She sighed.

            Patrick rubbed Tess’s back.  “I am sure you will eventually find a way.  But we can’t focus on that until we get back to Galensburg, can we?”

            “I guess.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Ughh, Penny is so going to kill me for running out on her without any notice.  I wonder if I am fired.”  Tess suddenly sat up.  “Wait!  Pull off here!”

            “Why.”

            “Just do what I say!”  She turned suddenly, her hands like vice grips as she grabbed him.  “Now!”  A revving sound emitted from deep down inside of her as she spoke.

            “Okay, okay.  Don’t fucking twist your engine into a knot already.”  Patrick turned off the interstate, passing a sign that read, “Jamestown Twenty Anniversary Drag Race.  Sign Up Now!”

            “Hurry.  Hurry.”  Tess gripped her seat tighter.  “We have to get to that drag race.”

            “Okay, okay.”  He looked over at her.  “But why?”

            “BECAUSE I SAID SO!”  She said it with such force it could be confused with a roaring engine.

            “Okay, okay.  But calm down.  You might. . .”

            “I AM NOT GOING TO TRANSFORM!  I AM PERFECTLY FINE!”